REPOST: ranch1 f cows nc

[Lee Holeva]

This a repost of the ranch series with line breaks added. I'm currently
thinking about writting a sequal to "The Ranch". Nothing definite yet,
just mulling over a possible plot.
The Ranch

by Neuralmancer


Note: this story is fiction. The author neither supports nor encourages the activities described herein. All that is
intended is the reader's sexual arousal.

The following story is about the goings on of a ranch. Not any ordinary ranch mind you, but one where the
commodity is of human female cattle. Many stories exist on human female ponies, cattle is the next logical
choice of venue. Perhaps I may be starting a new genre. Some of the ideas contained in this story are inspired by
the S&M art of Dolcett. The subject matter is extremely non-consensual. Reader beware!

Chapter 1 The adductions

Linda worked nights. Toughened by her efforts to survive New York City's hostile atmosphere, she had few
friends. No family to speak of, no one who really cared for her. She was always on her guard. You never know
who or what may be stalking you. It was just a few hours before dawn and she was making way on foot back to
her apartment. As Linda walked, her slender hips swayed back and forth in the way that has enticed men through-
out the ages. The cool night air made the nipples of her full breasts erect. Being that it was summer, Linda
neglected to ware a bra. Linda's long, almost jet black hair refused to stay in place in the pre-dawn wind

Have to get out of here some day, Linda thought. Warily she made her way down the street. Some drunks yelled
obscenities to her. She just ignored them as if they weren't even there. However just to be safe, Linda decided to
take a detour down an alley perpendicular to her line of travel. A connecting street would take her where she
wants to go just as well. Straight ahead she looked, not noticing a van slowly pulling aside her. The rear doors of
the van already open, a pair of men jumped out and rushed towards Linda. Turning her head around towards the
van, Linda screamed as the pair roughly grabbed her. One holding her by her torso, and the other grabbing her
legs, Linda was quickly shoved into the van. It never even stopped. Showing great proficiency for their work,
before Linda could even comprehend what was happening, the two men had her hog-tied and securely positioned
in the back of the van. Promptly increasing speed, the van headed for the freight terminal of a nearby airport.
Later a wandering homeless person would find a lone shoe near the point of Linda's adduction. Someone had a
wild party the night before he would think.

Almost simultaneous to the activities in New York, in a tavern on the south side of Milwaukee, Mary had just
finished her last drink of the night. Love to party and live to party, that was her motto. Mary lived off her
parents. Although frequently prodded to get a job, she would have none of that. Something of a tease, Mary often
would goad her male companions into a suggestion of lechery. Frequently the men were left short of the final
goal. Mary used her ample bosom to her advantage. Easily a 40 D cup, low cut dresses were worn revealing them
like trophies. Her hips were also of ample size. Not that Mary was obese, no far from that condition, she could
succinctly be described as having a pleasing full-figure.

Being that the bar was about to close, and Mary not let partied-out, a new male acquaintance suggested that she
accompany him to another late night party. Being slightly intoxicated, Mary quickly agreed to do so. A short
walk from the bar led to the man's car.

Driving in a southerly direction, the man drove into a more industrial portion of the city. Even as intoxicated as
she was, Mary began to wonder. "Where's the party? Are you sure that we're at the right address?".

"Quite sure", replied her male driver. Parking the car behind a dimly lit building, he quickly reached over and
grabbed Mary's left arm. "What the hell do you think you are doing!", demanded Mary. No sooner had Mary
said this than a pair of men came up to the car, opened the passenger door and escorted Mary into a waiting van.
Once inside, like Linda, Mary was quickly hog-tied and tightly secured. Leaving the vacant building, the van than
proceeded to the freight terminal of the Milwaukee airport. "Party on", smirked Mary's former friend as he
watched the van speed away.

Several hours later, both Linda and Mary came together somewhere in Florida. Removed from their individual
crates, they were repackaged together into a single large overseas shipping container. Several other women joined
them as well. All were stripped naked. Well drugged, each woman was wrapped in a blanket and placed on
overlapping selves within the container. Leather straps held each of them in place. Enabling the container's self-
contained oxygen supply, the container was sealed airtight. Nothing, not even the loudest sound could escape the
container's confines.

Onto a waiting ship was the container of human female cargo loaded. Their destination was the OK Ranch.
Located on a remote Caribbean island, once there the women's' lives would be forever changed.

[Magic Olds]

too cool